Kernel Cob and Sweetclover sailed all day. The shoeboat rode the waves with perfect ease. Up it went and up till it came to the top of a great wave, and then it would race down on the other side as if they were bob-sledding and great sport it was, too, out in the middle of the ocean, and Sweetclover laughed and even old serious Kernel Cob smiled and forgot all about fighting. Toward the afternoon, the sea quieted down and they rode along faster and presently, Sweetclover, who was always watching, cried out: "I see another island!" "So it is!" said Kernel Cob, looking in the wrong direction. "Not over there. Look!" and she pointed. Sure enough. There was a large black stretch of what appeared to be land. And it was very flat. "I hope there will be no more savages to fight," said Sweetclover. "I hope there will," said Kernel Cob. "It's moving," said Sweetclover. "It seems to be coming this way." "Where did it go?" asked Kernel Cob, for at that moment it disappeared altogether. "I'm sure I saw it," said Sweetclover. "Didn't you?" But Kernel Cob only frowned and looked serious. And, in a few minutes, they saw it again, but this time it was very much nearer and bigger and the sun made it look very smooth. "It's a whale!" said Sweetclover. "Who cares," said he, and drew his sword. And the turtle, for it was a turtle and not a whale at all, came towards them and it was very large, nearly as big around as an acre. And when it got very near to the boat, its head came up out of its shell and the little shoe boat shook with the waves it made. And the turtle was just about to snap the boat in its mouth when Kernel Cob swung his sword and with one mighty stroke cut off its head. "Ha, ha!" cried Kernel Cob, but, receiving no reply from Sweetclover, he looked about and found she had fainted. He found also that the boat was leaking badly from a crack in the side made, no doubt, by the turtle. Quickly, he lifted Sweetclover and carried her aboard the back of the turtle and laid her gently down, for the shoe was sinking and he was no sooner out of it than it turned over on its side. "Not a minute too soon," muttered Kernel Cob, "and now to revive Sweetclover." This he soon did and she opened her eyes and looked about in wonder. "Where are we?" she asked. "On the old turtle's back," laughed Kernel Cob. "But we shall never get anywhere now, for we have no sail," said Sweetclover. And she began to cry. "Crying never did anybody any good," said Kernel Cob, "I wish you would stop." "I can't help it," said Sweetclover, "I'm miserable." "What's all this about?" said a strange voice, and looking about quickly, they saw a sea-horse riding up to them. "I am very glad to see you," said Kernel Cob. "You're just in time to give us a lift on our journey." "With pleasure," whinnied the sea-horse. "And where might you be going?" "To find Jackie and Peggs' motheranfather," said Sweetclover.